Nischa Oneshots

Fight for you

MISCHA GETS INJURED WHILE FIGHTING ONE OF NOEL'S BULLIES

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"You need to stop fighting people," Noel said, watching as Mischa pulled himself up onto the bathroom counter.

"But he called you not nice word," Mischa mumbled, picking dried blood from underneath his fingernail. Noel softly smiled at Mischa's words, fighting the urge to squeeze and smother him in kisses.

"That doesn't matter," Noel mumbled, cupping Mischa's face with his hands. Mischa winced, a sharp, stinging pain going through his face. Noel pouted at the sight, rubbing Mischa's cheek with his thumb. "All that matters to me is if you're okay."

He removed his hands from Mischa's face and reached up to the cabinet above the Ukrainian boy's head. He opened the cabinet, searching for the first aid kid. He mumbled a triumphant 'found it' under his breath. He closed the door to the cabinet and placed the kit next to Mischa.

"Where did you get hurt?" He asked, scanning over Mischa's face. He already saw a busted lip and a bleeding nose. He figured if Mischa was so severely wounded on his face, then he had to be bleeding somewhere else as well.

"Knuckles," Mischa mumbled, looking down at his bloody knuckles. Noel nodded and opened the first aid kit, grabbing six packets of gauze. He closed the kit and pushed it off to the side. He grabbed a washcloth hanging on the wall and wetted it under the sink with cold water.

"Can you look up for me?"

Mischa did as Noel said, slowly raising his head, attempting to ignore the pounding in his head.

"You got beat up pretty bad, huh?" Noel joked, causing Mischa to crack a smile.

"Should've seen the other guy," Mischa said confidently, which made Noel fondly roll his eyes. He raised the cloth to Mischa's chin, gently scrubbing away the dry blood from his busted lip.

"This is gonna hurt," Noel said, softly dabbing the washcloth onto Mischa's lips. Mischa hissed and squeezed his eyes shut. He balled his hands into fists and gripped his shorts.

Once his lips were dry, Noel moved the washcloth to Mischa's nose. He wiped away the blood that had been smeared on his cheeks and under his nose during the fight.

He softly dabbed Mischa's swollen nose with the cloth, causing the boy to whimper. Noel tapped Mischa's thigh, which made the Ukrainian look down. Noel flipped his hand so his palm was facing up. Mischa smiled, interlacing his hand with Noel's.

Noel continued to wipe away the blood from Mischa's nose while the other occasionally squeezed his hand.

Next, Noel moved down to Mischa's hands. With his free hand, he rubbed Mischa's thigh to calm the other down.

Once he was finished, Noel turned around and threw the washcloth into the laundry bin, which caused Mischa to clap.

"Hole in one!" he cheered. Noel turned around, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"But isn't that golf—you know what, whatever," Noel mumbled. He grabbed a packet of gauze, tearing the paper packaging open. He carefully wrapped two layers of gauze on both hands. Once he was finished wrapping up his boyfriend, he lifted Mischa's hand and placed a gentle kiss on his wrapped knuckles.

"You missed a spot to fix," Mischa said. Noel looked up at him, his eyebrows furrowed.
"Where? I thought I got everything?"

Mischa raised a finger to his lips, puckering them. Noel scoffed and fondly rolled his eyes.

"Oh, how could I forget?" he said dramatically. He leaned in, Mischa doing the same. Their lips met in a tender kiss. Mischa raised a hand, cupping the side of Noel's cheek. Noel placed his hands on Mischa's thighs and pulled himself closer to the Ukrainian boy.

The two broke from the kiss, both of their faces bright red. Mischa leaned down and pressed a soft kiss onto the top of Noel's head.

"Thank you, my dear Noel," he mumbled, nuzzling his face into Noel's hair. Noel smiled, his heart filling with so much admiration for his lover.

"Of course, Mischa. Now come on, let's get an ice pack for your nose."